Chapter 302: Today, I Just Want To Fight Nascent Soul Against Void Refinement, So What? Fight
But she also didn’t want Feng He and Feng Budu to solve everything for her.
She had not yet reached the end of her rope.
As long as… as long as she could sever that lotus platform, as long as she could reduce the cultivation of the artifact cultivator before her to the Late Nascent Soul Stage, she would be able to fight him.
“Fushuang!”
At Ming Zhaoshuang’s command, Fushuang instantly appeared before her, but was knocked away the moment it touched the person’s iron hammer.
Clearly, Fushuang was the divine tool, and the iron hammer before her was merely a Mid-grade Earth-tier Spirit Artifact, yet it was so easily repelled due to such a vast difference in spiritual power.
And Ming Zhaoshuang could only add several Defense Talismans to herself to survive under this hammer weighing a thousand pounds.
The Defense Talismans turned into over a dozen protective shields, but under the immense pressure of spiritual power, they shattered inch by inch.
Ming Zhaoshuang was forcefully hammered into the Yellow Springs Jade Pool.
Immense pressure surged, and Ming Zhaoshuang felt as if the ribs on her chest were being hammered and shattered one by one, to the point where even breathing became painful.
Spiritual flows collided throughout her body, making her entire frame stiffen. Especially her chest cavity, it felt as if countless tiny shards of glass had entered her heart and lungs, tearing through every segment of her pulmonary tract.
Pain, she was in so much pain.
However, cushioned by the Yellow Springs Jade Water, she was still alive.
She wasn’t dead yet, Feng He’s Innate Wood Spirit was still nourishing her body, like ever-growing spring grass, declaring her life, her defiance.
As long as she was alive, there was hope.
Clearly, she was only an instant away from severing that lotus platform.
“Fushuang!”
Before Ming Zhaoshuang even surfaced from the pool, she shouted loudly.
Fushuang, sever it!
But there was absolutely no way, Fushuang was still being held back by that Void Refinement Stage cultivator, and was even mercilessly thrown into the Yellow Springs Jade Pool by him.
“A good sword, it’s just that its wielder’s cultivation is too low, it can’t make it to the stage.”
What good is calling Fushuang? Without someone controlling it, it still wouldn’t be able to defeat a Void Refinement Stage cultivator.
Concede defeat, you can’t succeed.
What are you thinking? Nascent Soul trying to contend with Void Refining!
Large swathes of Azure Falling Water poured into Ming Zhaoshuang’s mouth and lips, spreading the bloodstains on her chest, bringing an aura of death and decay, as if proclaiming her incompetence and ignorance.
But she simply refused to concede.
Ming Zhaoshuang weakly reached out and grasped Fushuang, which had also been thrown into the water.
The next moment, she leaped out of the water, her chest caved in. It was almost visible to the naked eye that at least two ribs were broken, even shattered.
Wood Element Spiritual Flow overflowed from her heart, nourishing her flesh and blood.
Ming Zhaoshuang was drenched, her hair clinging tightly to her cheeks. She appeared utterly disheveled, but in her firm, bright, and unyielding eyes, she looked exceptionally graceful and unrestrained.
“My cultivation is low… so what?”
Ming Zhaoshuang fed herself a few pills, tightly gripping Fushuang, her chest rising and falling, blood smearing the corners of her lips as she spoke intermittently:
“I am today… about to fight Void Refining with Nascent Soul, so what?”
She refused to believe that she couldn’t sever the lotus platform and break the formation.
She refused to believe that she couldn’t carve a path through for her companions.
She refused to believe that she couldn’t allow these captured, deceived, and even coerced human women to see the spring they deserved.
She was willing to fight for herself.
She was willing to fight Void Refining with Nascent Soul, even if it meant being utterly destroyed.
Fushuang shot out again, flying towards the cultivator’s head, and was again casually swatted away. The next moment, talismans from Ming Zhaoshuang’s hand were thrown towards him.
Explosions and lightning flew together, wind and fire mixed with rapid gusts.
Dozens of attack talismans, carrying surging spiritual flows, exploded towards the cultivator, instantly covering half the sky.
Ming Zhaoshuang summoned Fantuan and signaled it to bite towards the cultivator, while she herself rapidly manipulated Fushuang, attacking the last lotus platform!
“You don’t think throwing a lot of low-level talismans can change the fact that you will lose, do you?”
The cultivator kicked Fantuan away, then a stream of spiritual power pushed Fushuang back.
He looked at Ming Zhaoshuang, his gaze sinister: “So you’re a Talisman and Sword Dual Cultivator, and a Talisman and Sword Dual Cultivator who reached the Nascent Soul Stage at fourteen or fifteen years old. It’s just a pity that such great talent cannot be used for our Lord.”
Holding a divine tool, so young, and also a Talisman and Sword Dual Cultivator, it actually made him feel a sense of cherishing talent.
Ming Zhaoshuang smiled: “I reached Early Nascent Soul at thirteen, you know. Also, do you want to see if there’s anything wrong with my spiritual flow?”
“Innate… Dual Spirit Root!”
The person finally looked at Ming Zhaoshuang’s spiritual flow, and his eyes widened slightly: “No wonder you reached Nascent Soul Stage at fourteen, so you’re an Innate Dual Spiritual Root.”
Not just an Innate Dual Spiritual Root, but also an Innate Ice-Lightning Dual Spirit Root, the two rarest and most powerful spirit roots in the world!
This child, if used by our Lord in the future, will undoubtedly be boundless. In fact, her rarity might even be higher than all the Immortal Embryos present!
“So, do you want to recruit me and have me become your Lord’s disciple?”
Ming Zhaoshuang asked proactively.
Hearing this, the person instantly felt a pang of pity.
He was aware of his own talent. With a High Grade Fire Spirit Root, it was already not easy to cultivate to the Void Refinement Stage. If he wanted to reach the Body Integration Stage, it would likely be quite difficult, otherwise he wouldn’t have been reduced to guarding this place.
After pondering, he said: “If you abandon darkness and embrace the light, I don’t mind recommending you to the upper echelons. Then, after undergoing the baptism of the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, you can be considered a disciple accepted at the last moment by our Lord.”
The main reason for recommending her was that it also had benefits. Such high talent, if he recommended her to the Lord, he might even gain some benefits to prepare him for breaking through to the Body Integration Stage.
However, before he could finish speaking, he was cleaved by Ming Zhaoshuang’s sword.
“But I don’t think highly of your Emperor Fengdu!”
Ming Zhaoshuang understood from his words that the person behind him was the high and mighty Emperor Fengdu, as Tan Zhu had said. The Artifact Sect in the Upper Realm likely had no involvement in this matter.
However, who did Emperor Fengdu think he was to be worthy of being her Honored Master?
And ‘barely’?
He didn’t even consider if he was worthy. The only one whom she, Ming Zhaoshuang, would acknowledge as her Honored Master was Feng He!
This sudden sword strike caused the person’s arm to turn red, and it also made the person laugh in anger: “Good, good, good! You little brat, still trying to play tricks!”
It’s just that your talent is a bit higher, so what?
High talent only proves she will be powerful in the future, but right now she is in his palm, and whether she has a future is still a question!
Since her talent is high and her equipment is good, he might as well crush her talent in the cradle and take her divine tool for himself.
Even if the divine tool doesn’t recognize a master, as an artifact cultivator, couldn’t he dismantle this divine tool, extract the divine bone within, and forge it into his own divine tool?
If all else fails, he could sell it, after all, everyone in the Thirty-Six Heavens reveres it as a treasure.
With this thought, he swung another hammer towards Ming Zhaoshuang!
Lotus leaves withered, the pool splashed, and Ming Zhaoshuang’s arm bone was broken again by the hammer, causing her immense pain.
But as the blue waves fell, she once again stood in the center of the Azure Water.
Even if, only bloodstains remained between her lips and teeth.
